after 5 days of my death......
i looked around.....
i heared voices:
"shes not breathing!"
"give me that!"
"elsa? ELSA!"
"she breaths again!"
"now quick! give me the insuline!"
i woked up......
it was night mayby 12:00 in night....
"where am i?"
saw in my hand a scar....
! "what hapened?!"
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a young girls life and deaths
my name is elsa. elsa zaitsev.
this is a story of my life and deaths
this story isn´t good for hardly procen people
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